Once upon a time a little boy did not want to go to school. He did not like school.
Of course you go to school John, said his mother. And so little John in the morning left the house, but he did not go to school. John went to the wild lands beyond the school and built a hut of branches and reeds. When school finished little John went home.
The next day he said “Mom I will not go to school today.” His mother said: “Of course you go to school.”
And the boy went to his cabin and built a kite.
He wrote in his diary and made drawings. Until it was time to go home again.
He had to draw a bunny that came to his cabin.
That was hard, but he could do it.
Obviously had had no crayons.
When his cabin was finished he went to the library and got a good book.
Little John read the book in the sun in front of the hut.
Robinson Crusoe is an exciting book, and he returned home that day almost too late.
But one day little John came back home and his mother looked serious and said, “the teacher of school has called and asked if you really are ill. I want you to go to school tomorrow, because if you do not go to school you will learn nothing “.
I like this little story. I would like schools to change to places of fun and learning whatever you like to do. Places where creativity and pleasure are not thrown out.